A collection of sad recital articles
Stepping in the drizzle with flowing gauze, a drop of love as clear as dewdrops fell, wetting the remaining thoughts on the ends of the hair. Dissolving bit by bit. Below is a collection of sad recitation articles that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from them. Stay tuned for more details.
Sad Recitation 1
This autumn is full of sadness. Since ancient times, autumn has always been lonely. I used to like autumn very much, and I liked the slightly sad autumn atmosphere. The quiet path is covered with withered yellow leaves that have fallen from various trees, and they rustle as you walk up. I like to wear clothes with long sleeves that can be held in my hands at this time, and walk in the quiet village. There is always a bit more coolness in the morning and at night, especially after the autumn rain, which seems to be covered with a layer of frost. Autumn, elegance and stability. The wind is not urgent, the rain is not urgent, but time cannot catch up with the white horse and is in a hurry. When I was a kid, I was always fearless, which left me with endless memories. The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant and the hostas are blooming quietly. The familiar taste feels like home. Those mountains are as silent as ever, like a lonely old man, quietly and kindly guarding his descendants. However, there are always some unexpected stories that make everything shiver. The sky in the mountains is very clear, and the clouds are passing by, making it peaceful and picturesque. It's just that this autumn is not the same as that autumn, and there are new sorrows, and I can't finish the autumn. It's too late. Tomorrow the full moon will bring people together, some families will be happy and some will be worried. The moon no longer conveys lovesickness and sorrow, but only sheds endless lamentations. It's not elegant to write a pen, it's just because I have too many worries.
When the last two or three hanging leaves fell involuntarily, leaving only the bare branches swaying with the howling cold wind, I felt the breath of winter deeply. In my memory, it’s always snowing in winter. This winter, I can’t wait for such a snow scene for a long time.
I don’t know where the recent scenery touched my sentimental nerves again. The pen rises and falls, unable to write satisfactory words. I always miss you too much, but when it’s time to leave, I don’t know how to let go. Intentionally or unintentionally, I always think of farewell. Just like people who drift apart after going their separate ways, memories are like a luxury. Sometimes I close my eyes and think about the passing time. I really hate that thing called "time".
In a confused life, one knows one’s own joys and sorrows.
Buddha said: Everything flows, nothing stays forever. The vicissitudes of time remain the same, precipitating the joys and sorrows in life. Czech novelist Milan Kundera said in "The Unbearable Lightness of Being": "Life belongs to us only once, and time will not stop for our laughter or tears." ?But the mood can be frozen forever. The cool autumn made them no longer happy. I miss you silently and use my memories to pay homage to you. The incomplete pictures and your smiling face are still fresh in my memory. It's a pity that we never see him again.
The swaying plum branches soften the old words; the delicate fragrance of flowers gives new moods. The grand scene of plum blossoms falling in the snow still emerges in my memory. On a dark night in winter, the moon looks like a lonely eye. Youthful frivolity, unrestrained indulgence, don't have to endure overdue sadness in the future.
The years are like flowers, the flowers are beautiful when they bloom, and the flowers are intoxicating when they fall. The poet Pushkin said, believe it, happiness is coming, and melancholy days require calmness.
As winter turns to spring, flowers bloom. The quiet beauty of the village is truly unforgettable. Walking along the mountain path under the pear and peach trees, you will be mesmerized by the clusters of flowers. On the hills in the distance, there is your lonely green tomb. Everything is as if nothing happened, but it did happen. Even if you don't believe it, it can't be compared to the fact. The days go by so fast. Are you okay?
I think some memories can never be erased in a lifetime. I hope that the flowers on the road will always bloom, and that I will accompany the lonely tomb so that I will not be lonely. I also hope that everyone who loves you is well.
? Sad recital article 2
A journey requires only one meeting; a period of time requires only loving one person. Noisy or quiet, no matter who walks with me for how long, or who will accompany me to the end, I just happened to be at the right time and did not miss this encounter. When the flowers bloom and the wind blows, I will always look forward to it. Holding the snowy moon in hand gives this encounter the beauty of lasting fragrance. At night when the lights are on, people come and go in this city, and the time passes quietly.
Everyone’s heart is a city, and every city has the scenery you have devoted yourself to. My city, you have been here. I can't enter your city. Carrying a wisp of expectation full of distant views, approaching and walking away, it softens into a trace of sadness and melancholy looking back. Scattered in the clear wind, the rain is pattering.
You are a painting, plain white, gentle and elegant; you are a petaled flower, with a smile that shines brightly for a season; you are a song, in your gentleness Singing out the loneliness and sweetness of my youth. You have magnified my dreams and disturbed my years, and in your most beautiful years, you held a wisp of my transparent thoughts and smiled sweetly.
You say? One day my heart will be homeless. Is there still a place that is willing to shelter her from the wind and rain? ?
I smile? Neither early nor late, neither silent nor enthusiastic, you tilt your head, I am here. ?
You still laugh quietly.
There was a slightly astringent feeling, so I was also slightly astringent.
In fact, what first moved me was your smile, the bright smile in your life. In the almost one year since we met, we didn't pay attention to each other. I was busy with my work and you were on your own track, so we didn't have much intersection. I just accidentally discovered the brightness in your smile and the enthusiasm in your life. We naturally chatted together. Just like the dryness in my heart coincides with the moistening of a clear spring. However, I still don’t know where this gentle spring is going to flow. The embrace of mountains and rivers, or the magnificence of the sea.
So I just kept silent, approaching you but not daring to approach you. No matter how late it is, I will go outside your company to take a look. No matter you are off work or not, just watch it from a distance. If you run, I will run too. I will run to the place that is close to you, and then turn around and return. There is a kind of companionship that does not require being together. You didn't know, and I didn't say anything, so I just kept it in the cool night breeze and drifted into a wisp of lonely thoughts. I came to your window and brushed the curtain good night.
A chat that ends with good night is the most heartwarming chat, even if you don’t want to sleep yet. A night with you is the best night, even in a dream. So I hope that I can keep walking quietly like this, without rushing or slowing down. You turned your head, I was always there.
Maybe what you need is enthusiasm, maybe what you need is directness that goes straight to the bottom of your heart, maybe what you need is a romantic and vigorous event like fireworks. I can devote myself to you in my silent companionship, but I still don't understand whether the person you need is me. Christmas Eve, Christmas, Valentine's Day, those beautiful times, I drink a cup of love and moon alone, leaving only beautiful scenery and good time in vain. On the other side of the silence, I miss you all night long, and I can’t see your warmth or innocence.
You turn your head, and I lean on you. It’s just that your beautiful eyes always have to show off the scenery in front of you. And my scenery, just a tilt of your head, is bright and brilliant just for you.
In this quiet longing, maybe you are tired of my slowness. I lost my good night before going to bed, and my life returned to its original routine. A touch of melancholy in the clarity is more obvious. Facing your smile in the photo, I say good night in silence alone.
The encounter with you is the most beautiful encounter; the night with you is the warmest night; the miss with you is the gentlest miss. You have been to my city, but I cannot enter your city. In the season of wind and flowers, I hold on to a piece of snow-yue plain pen, dip an inkstone in my deep thoughts, and express my emotions for you. I write a window of lonely love, sending youth with beauty and passing years with hope. You understand my heart, so you quietly and with a smile, you still pretend not to understand------
? Sad Recital Article 3
Nine There always seems to be a hint of sadness in the moonlit night sky, which lingers no matter what. Perhaps, as others have said, this is a season of farewell. Because of the atmosphere of farewell, this supposedly romantic night casts a dark shadow.
At that time, I said to you with a silly smile: "I have always wanted to accompany the person I love deeply in my most beautiful time, and spend the most time in this life to cherish her, and love her." It’s love when you’re wrong, it’s youth when you’re in love wrong, but you just laughed it off. ?
Once upon a time, I looked at you so stupidly, thinking that you were the only and the last woman I wanted to marry in my life, but the passage of time proved my naivety at that time. And you are just a passer-by in my life.
It is said that memory is an indelible trace and a memory that cannot be brought back. In the blink of an eye, so many years passed like that, as fleeting as a falling star. So, I learned not to look back. I know that heartache will haunt me, and I also know that memories will fetter me. Now that I know the ending, what can I do no matter how persistent I am? No matter what choice I make, I can't escape the sorrow of fate in the end. In this case, why don't I just let go and stay away from these sinking whirlpools.
Perhaps this is the best memorial to our story. And all those things in the past have gradually gone away. Although God has destined that we can't stay together, I still want to thank it. Thank it for allowing me to meet you in this life, and thank it for giving me one stroke after another. Priceless spiritual wealth, I also want to thank it for allowing me to understand and appreciate life when I was most frustrated.
In these years, I have experienced so much, and those beautiful memories have gradually settled in my heart. Pick up the messy mood and bury all those longings for you into the deepest part of my heart until I grow old, and finally disappear with the end of life.
About the past, I have forgotten it; about the story, it is gone; about myself, I am relieved.
It seems that everything in the past has become indifferent. Even if I don’t have your company now, my heart will no longer hurt. I know that I have completely let go of you. However, I am not sure what kind of mood I am in when I write these words at this moment? Some are relaxed, some are reluctant, some are hesitant, some are unwilling, and maybe there is a hint of helplessness.
Maybe, everyone will feel like this when they decide to let go, and I am just a small one among them. I will not be the first, and I will never be the last.
I still remember that we also met in September that year, at the same time and in the same season, just because we opened the curtain of the story and had a dream that stretches back to the entire memory. , so my deep feelings scattered into a season of sadness. In this parting season, the color of the past faded away and flowed with tears.
The years are long and unpredictable. There are some things that we know are wrong, but we have to persist because we are not willing to give up; there are some people that we know we love, but we have to give up because There is no ending; sometimes, we know that there is no way, but we still move forward, because we are used to it!
A message sends away our feelings; a person's words are broken Our initial trust also broke our familiar and beautiful dream?
If I had never treated him sincerely, why should I be so sad?
If it hadn’t been for your departure, how could I have seen clearly that feelings are so small, insubstantial, and broken in one blow.
If you hadn’t left so cruelly, how could I be as happy and happy as I am now!
? Sad Recital Article 4
Tea The fragrance blows on the sleeves and the bridge of the nose is wide, the tears comfort the indifference at the corner of the mouth, the bleak life or life is still holding on without hope, and all of this is passing away, becoming the temptation of the fragrance of flowers, the withering of stamens, all of this They are all becoming the past, they are all youthful years that cannot be retained, and the loneliness is unbearable. Nianfang’s spirit is still decadent, but what is left is only the lonely self, still looking at the scrawled handwriting and shabby books hesitantly. , as if all these are like the four seasons, and slowly I don’t know what I should like anymore, as quiet as spring, as desolate as summer, as lonely as autumn, and as empty and sad as winter.
The clouds are rolling actively during the day, giving the blue sky a glimmer of hope, but it is not the dark clouds covering the sky that makes the thunder roar. This is the rule, but it feels like tears and red eyes. Crying helplessly, but I don’t know why I shed miserable tears, but I don’t know why I cry like thunder, but I don’t know that this metaphor is like this creature and the climate have such feelings or have natural laws, and the flowers, plants and trees also have such feelings. Will we recall the fragrance of the past? Are we recalling all this? We are like cruel animals, we do not know the past, slowly forming forgetfulness, but we cannot find the sadness behind the tears. Crying only makes the memories more vivid. The good things belong to you, belong to the past. After the flowers wither, they become your own desolation, and after they rot, they become your own clothes. How can the next fragrance remember its sadness!
I often recall the past. I often shed lonely tears over the past events of my life, and often talk to myself about myself at that time. Sometimes I watch the autumn leaves fluttering past my eyes, and I sit on a worn-out rocking chair, recalling this, this Dimly, I asked how many years it is this year. Looking back, my hair has turned gray. Where have the dreams and seclusion I once thought about gone? Age is no longer jumping, but my thoughts feel so flashy! The long sleeves float with the charm of leaves. , but I felt like I was in a dream-like fantasy, looking at myself in the well, watching the autumn leaves falling, time wandering by, my heart suddenly trembling, all the past was like a ghost, surrounding my brain , surrounding every corner of life, mountains and rivers flow, and Luohe is waiting in solitude.
The piano stirs up the old memories, and the words bring out the cries, mournful sounds, and helpless screams in the soul. Such helplessness is so hard on this person’s waiting and life! Such desolation and Understand everything like the earth, as time accumulates, and as the ruthless world changes all these things, all these things are built into the past. Defilement, the departure of things, the farewell of people, everything is still destroyed, this How much of the world has become the past and the years are broken. Looking back, what can I still keep with me?
The soul of the bird, the coffin of the flower, the skeleton of the tree, the cause and effect of all this, this is like The world-like rotation, the order and law of all things, and the arrangement of all these have been arranged long ago. All this happiness, all this pain, all this torture, are like non-existent smoke, and can be remembered again. What to do! Good people have done it, bad people have been cheated, the rich have suffered, the poor have passed, and the seven emotions and six desires have been realized, but who can achieve the purity of the six roots! But there is no existence that breaks this law, and all this has nothing to do with it. Who can explain the existence of all this!
Past is a sin, past is a kind of hatred, past is a kind of memory, past is a kind of pain, everyone is forgetting their past, The mistakes I made in the past, the things I regretted, the mistakes I made because I didn’t have time, the regrets I made when I didn’t choose, all of these have disappeared like smoke and have been forgotten, but I will remember the good times. The past has meant so much to me. It is beautiful for me. Only by knowing the past and remembering the past can I now know the meaning of living, why I have to persist, why I am so strong, instead of living more and more feeling that I am declining and living decadently. , but I don’t know where my confusion comes from.
Sometimes listening to old songs, reading old books, or looking at old photos, or looking at old notes, and recalling old things is a kind of life. Always remember what has taught you. People, always greet those who have helped you, learn how to live, learn how to enjoy the reincarnation of this world, this is the meaning of life, it is not to live in confusion or confusion, the past is beautiful, the past is cruel But it is also gorgeous. Only by remembering the failures and successes of yesterday and the past can we build the hope of today and tomorrow.
Time is like rotten wood, it will be destroyed when touched. Memory flows like a long river, flowing to the mountains and rivers, looking at the fragrance in the mountain gorge, looking at the warmth of the trees and birds, slowly drifting with the river. , floating around, looking for their own life and hope. The water is clear, not turbid, the trees are evergreen, not withered, because there is still hope in my heart, and hope will not be shattered, because I still think about it. On a wonderful day or tomorrow, look for your own hope and persevere forever!
? Sad Recitation 5
I have always believed in the journey I have taken with you. This journey is an indelible journey of joy and pain in my life. Although there is nothing earth-shattering in it, and there is not even such a beautiful vow of eternal love, but sometimes the pain is more memorable?
I remember you once said: I just want to find someone to have a love without breaking up, and it will go on like this forever!
In fact, why do you need so many reasons for love? I understand you just like I understand me. Just like myself, when you hurt me, it's like I hurt myself unexpectedly.
The moment you turned around and left, I didn’t know you were really leaving. I just thought it was the gray sky and the cold autumn air that made you a little uncomfortable. Nowadays, I often think that if I didn't let you turn away that day, maybe I will always have your warmth in my hands this autumn, and I won't be so cold to the bone.
After burning through the whole summer and half of autumn, I began to face this deserted world alone. I wondered if my phone was broken. There was no longer the ringing message sound before. I can’t hear your deep voice, I can’t see your familiar shadow lighting up my hazy eyes under the street lamp. I thought I was in a dream. Yesterday you still smiled and asked me to hold my hand. I still have you in my life. The breath surrounds my body, and there are friends who know you and me well. Why is your face suddenly so cold that it makes my heart hurt so much?
That summer you wrote about me and me alone on the beach. Your name, watching the waves roll us into its arms, you told me that you wanted to lock me and your name together in that concentric lock, and just because you didn't win my consent, you left my name alone. If our names were locked together, would you still be by my side today?
You said you were escaping because you didn’t want to hurt me more, but you forgot It was you who pulled me to your side when I was running away. I didn’t blame you for choosing someone else and leaving me, but I did blame you for not telling me from the beginning that you couldn’t give me your only love.
Did we secretly fall in love with each other for too long before, and then we got confused when we met by chance? Like children, we said all the things that we had not dared to say in such a close distance for several years. And have you forgotten that there are people around you who want to feel sorry for you?
In winter, I miss the mornings when I walked hand in hand with you, trembling as I walked past the familiar lotus pond, imagining the beautiful lotus flowers in bloom. In the winter when the ice and snow are flying, I always turn my head habitually every time at the door of my house, wanting to wave goodbye to you, but when I look back in the dark night, I can't see the brightness of the fireworks in your hands.
I keep the food you bought for me, laughing at myself whether I have been waiting for them to expire, just like the expired me who has been forgotten by you; I use the cup you drink from, I comforted myself that it was just an ordinary cup. Even if it was broken one day, I would not be sad. I spent this secretly painful winter in such nostalgia and self-deception.
When I deleted your messages little by little, but kept this number, I thought, what have you done for me, not for anyone else, just for me? What else can you do for others? No, just the only thing you left for me?
You said you want me to believe that when you are with me, I am everything to you. I don’t want to be everything to you at this moment, so at the beginning We should know the inevitability of separation! And how come this old story often makes me cry for no reason at night?
It turns out that the experience of love is so trivial, I thought I should forget it That exquisite farewell song has been recalled countless times in the familiar corners of the city. No matter how my heart accepts the fact that you left day by day, I still remember what you said before leaving: When I am free I will definitely come back to you one day!
I regard it as a story without an ending. Maybe nothing in the world has an ending. What has an ending is just that people put an end to it in their hearts. That's it!
Lovers' hearts are broken by autumn thoughts.
In this season when the Autumn Festival is about to pass, I have betrayed the years that have been staged, and in a certain year and month in this same season, I have been looking for your fragrance. Maybe at that moment when you passed me by, I was gone. Far away! I once really loved you, but it’s a pity that I can’t find any clues anymore... ;